Here in the world we are deprived of many things, some people more than others. I was lucky enough to grow up with a half of a loving family. When my dad was a child his dad died, so his moms attitude changed for the worst. His mom was never the kind of person that showed love towards others. So as a result he never showed us, his children, love. He supplied us with everything we needed but never love and support, My mom was always there for the both of them. As a child i needed a lot of love and support because i was an extremely shy kid with not many friends. My mom was always tried to encourage me, but i alway though my father didn’t love me because he never showed me he did. I feel that directly affected the way i am today. If i knew that both my parents loved me i would have seen the world in a different light. I thought that since my dad, my own father didn’t love then no one else would. To this day i find it hard to show love and compassion. I see this happen mostly with my friends and family. When they say i love you, i find it hard to say it back. I have no idea why. And i can’t open up to then, but i guess thats a whole other story.